Bonjour cheesepuffs!!
MI DISPIACE!!! IT HAS TAKEN ME FOREVER TO UPDATE THIS.
So I go to update this and I sEE I HAVE 2K READS ON THIS STORY OMFG WUT?!? THANK YALL!!!!
Anywhoville, there will be a lil bit of fluff in this chapter. Jus a lil bit. Ehueheuhuehueheu.
And some profanity from our favorite hot-headed south Italian brother:))
Well here y'all go!
~pizza~
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Italy's P.O.V.
I feel like shit. Plain and simple.
I knew I shouldn't have drank that much. I can barely even walk into the house. Poor Luddy can barely even keep his eyes open. He is the happy drunk, and I'm the serious one? How's that for logic. So pretty much he is a German Italy and I'm an Italian Germany... How the hell does that work? How does anything work? How do we automatically know how to breathe when born? How do w-
BAM!!!!
Wait... what? Why am I on the ground? Why are they not on the ground? Interesting. Kiku helps me up and practically drags Ludwig and I into the house. How is he so strong? He just leaves Ludwig on the couch for a second and takes me to one of the guest bedrooms. I crawl into the bed and curl into the sheets. So soft. Soft... cozy. I let out a large yawn.
I am already halfway asleep when I hear the bedroom door open and Kiku walks in with armloads of stuff. He sits down some aspirin, water, crackers, an extra blanket, a trash can, and a damp cloth.
Hm. What's all that fo-
Wait.
Oh dio mio...
Kiku sees me and hurls the trash can at me just in time. Your timing is impeccable. Oh yeah. And now I remember why I never drink. He comes over and hands the cloth, some aspirin, and a glass of water to me. Bless him. Even so, while I am vomiting to no end, have a splitting headache, and can barely think straight, I am still worried about Ludwig.
Is he okay? Did Kiku already help him? Is he asleep? Does he want to cuddle? Because I want to cuddle. And I am NOT cuddling with Kiku. I want to cuddle with my boyf- acquaintance. Is he even my boyfriend? He still hasn't told me anything. Why is he being do complicated?
I hope he is okay.
Oh to hell with it. It won't hurt to ask.
"Hey. Hey Kiku. Is Luddy... is he okay?" I ask still slurring a bit. I'm already sobering up a bit. Thank The Lord for being a country. He grimaces while taking the trash bag out and replacing it with a new one. Ewwwww.
Afterward he smiles reassuringly and says "Hai. Ludwig-San is fine. He asked me if he could be in here with you but I figured you wouldn't want him in here while you were like this." He gestures to my whole body. My eyes widen even though my eyes are so sensitive right now that I can practically see noises. Noises look weird.
What does he mean by "like this"? Am I not pretty? Am I pretty Kiku? Am i? Hell yeah I'm pretty. I'm fuckin' beautiful.
I look at him with a somewhat straight face and say "well I want to cuddle with Luddy. Can you get him in here please?" I don't sugar coat anything. I want something, I will tell it how it is. And I want to snuggle. He gets up, bows a bit, and says "Hai. I will help him into the room. He is still a bit wibbily-wobbly"
((A.N. Eh it's a bit Wibbily wobbly. Doctor who reference!!))
I smile at his choice of words and nod happily. I pull off my button-up and pants, leaving me in my Italian flag boxers and my black undershirt. Then I grab the blanket that Japan brought in and eat a few crackers. I get really comfortable and cozy when I hear the door open and bare feet making their way toward the giant bed.
I feel an added weight on the bed and arms slip around my waist. I take a deep whiff and smell the strong scent of beer and the masculine yet comforting smell of the Ludwig's cologne. I hear a few little noises that sound like a camera taking pictures before I hear the door close.
What was that? Probably just my ears playing tricks on me.
(A.N.: MMMMMMHM. Japan, we all know u takin pictures. U ain't slick.)
He pulls me close and entwines his fingers with mine. This is perfect. Nothing can spoil this moment. I hear a low rumbling sound from outside and rain starts to fall. And it just got ruined. I turn around so I am facing him and bury my face into his toned chest. Mmm.
He pulls me as close as physically possible and ran his fingers through my hair. He remembers how scared I am of thunder. I think it's awesome how he can just remember small details about me even when totally wasted. Aw.
"You okay?" I hear him say. He doesn't sound drunk. Strange... I give a small smile and say, "I'm fine. Absolutely fine. Are you okay?" He laughs a bit and says "I'm perfectly fine now that I'm here."
You slick little bastard.
Japan's P.O.V.
I GOT THE BEST PICTURES OF THEM CUDDLING I HAVE TO SEND THEM TO ELIZAVETA, GILBERT, ANTONIO, MAYBE LOVINO JUST TO MAKE HIM ANGRY, OOOOO THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD.
~_~¡!Time Skip- 25 minutes into the future!¡~_~
Still Japan's P.O.V.
Okay. So I eventually decided to send them to Lovino. And I have been getting so many calls from him. It's at the 28 mark now. Baaaaaaad idea... but funny.
Romano's P.O.V.
THAT POTATO BASTARD!!! HOW DARE HE GET MIO FRATELLO DRUNK AND THEN HAVE THE NERVE TO CUDDLE WITH HIM?!?!!
IM GOING TO OPEN A CAN OF WHOOP-ASS AND THROW IT IN HIS STUPID POTATO FACE!!!!!
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Alrighty my little cheesepuffs!!! ima end this chapter here:))
ik it's absolute shit but please don't kill me!!
I started back to school and everyone there needs a high five in the face with a brick.
There are peasants everywhere. I don't like it. Send help.
Gomen!!! writer-chan says sorry!!!
I will have the Spamano and USUK one-shots up soon so keep an eye out:)
Don't actually keep one of your eyes out of your head, just watch out for them cause ima DROP IT LIKE ITS HAWT.
Well, Au Revoir my lil cheesepuffs:))
~Kaylee
